“What happens if we make it back to the Müskk, but we don’t see Ruth Anne and Trinity?” Amy asked. “What happens if they’re on the screen but not in real life?”

“One freaky crisis at a time,” Matt said. “To your left, watch out.”

He pushed Amy’s head down and she narrowly missed braining herself on the edge of a display shelf. They crawled over a Potemkin armchair and then out the other side of the room display. On the camera’s screen they were taking a hard right-hand turn.

“That’s sending us back the way we came,” Amy said.

“Don’t panic,” Matt advised. “Just follow the camera.”

Amy placed one hand on Matt’s shoulder and kept going, both of them walking faster now. Their breathing was shallow and Matt was sweating through his hoodie. They rounded the last corner, and in one disorienting blur, the image onscreen and the image in front of them blended together as one.

Trinity and Ruth Anne were sitting on a Müskk, waiting.

“Where were you guys?” Trinity asked. “Making out?”

Amy sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the sides of her head, trying to steady her thoughts. “I don’t even know how to explain it,” she said. “We were lost. We were absolutely, completely disoriented.”

“That’s a tiny bit of an exaggeration,” Matt said. “I got us back here, didn’t I?”

Ruth Anne knelt beside Amy, concerned. “You do look a little peaky. What happened?”

Amy recounted everything she and Matt had just experienced, explaining how they’d used the viewfinder to guide their way back to Bedrooms. As the story progressed, Trinity grew more and more excited.

“Sounds like paranormal activity to me,” she said. “What else could it be? There’s no rational explanation.”

“There are plenty of rational explanations,” Matt said.

“Rational, shmational, I want to try it,” Trinity said. “Get the camera and let’s go to Kitchens, see if we can make it happen again.” She grabbed Matt’s hand and pulled him down the Bright and Shining Path. He scarcely had time to snag a gear bag.

Amy turned to Ruth Anne. “We need to get back to the break room. Basil will be waiting for us.”

“Of course,” Ruth Anne said, wrapping an arm around Amy’s waist and helping her off the bed. “Come on, hon. Maybe you just need something from the vending machine. Some pretzels to get your blood sugar back up.”